My Mom is at the emergency vet because Bogey got a bone stuck on her jaw.
UPDATE: they were able to remove the bone, Bogey had to be sedated a little. She’s okay! phew.
market simulators with precipio solutions, letterstocrushes.com creator
“For his installation in The Curve, Boursier-Mougenot creates a walk-though aviary for a flock of zebra finches, furnished with electric guitars and other musical instruments. As the birds go about their routine activities, perching on or feeding from the various pieces of equipment, they create a captivating, live soundscape.”
\m/
(via miezekatzen)
this is how life feels right now
I can’t, which is one of the reasons why I rarely write about programming: it’s just not worth the risk of putting myself out there on that subject because the risk of strongly negative feedback is higher than with most other content that I can produce. It’s much easier to share my breakfast than my easily argued, easily disproven, intellectually vulnerable thoughts on programming.
marco is spot on here, especially with regards to programmers being quite nasty people in these communities. i see this all the time in myself (to much dismay.) programmers are strange, strange people. they live in a world where one person can be more productive than 5 people - which gives them a little chip on their shoulder that they carry into these discussions (and irl, i imagine.)
i do wish marco would write about programming more, though. to be honest, that’s pretty much the reason i follow - he’s scaling one of the most interesting, solid platforms around. (how trite would it sound if i said tumblr changed my life?) even if it’s “easily disproven”, there’s gotta be some wisdom in that experience.
zuckerberg, in pea’s print edition of the facebook. just in case you thought any successful web company was a truly original idea.
full disclosure: i’m mad jealous.
I sent the following Email to Tumblr’s support address, and would appreciate if others would do something similar. Although not unique, Tumblr uses a flash-based player when playing uploaded audio and video content, a player which for many is completely inaccessible. Currently, Tumblr does not provide any download, or play links in standard HTML format. If you agree with my below Email, please retweet, reblog, repost — whatever it takes to focus attention on this issue. On behalf of me, myself and I, not to mention many other blind folks, I thank you. :) Steve ***original Email*** After constantly seeing Tumbr blogs popping up everywhere, I decided to jump on the band wagon and get one of my own. I’m a blind Mac user and was initially very impressed with the accessibility of the Tumblr site. Obviously accessibility will vary depending on which theme is used, but content seems accessible regardless of theme — that is, *most* content. One huge problematic area I’ve found for blind users is the embedded audio/video player which, due to its being Flash based, often is completely inaccessible. Depending on how Flash is coded, screen readers often can’t identify various controls and in many instances, can’t recognize the Flash object at all. I realize Flash is here to stay and although accessibility improvements might be possible for the existing player implementation, would like to suggest other alternatives. Ideally, in addition to the Flash player, links could be added either to play, or download content. If these links were standard HTML, all screen readers would have access. Going beyond accessibility, these links would provide access to those using mobile platforms, iPhone comes to mind. Anotheralternative would be to have the post autoplay. Youtube and twaud.io both function this way and although their controls are technically not accessible, at least their content can be heard. I sincerely hope implementing an alternative to the flash-based player can happen, Tumblr is otherwise an absolutely fantastic service. Thanks, Steve
“Drifty’s Wicked Good Snowmobile Report” on the Morning Show - WKIT 100.3, The Rock of Bangor (a.k.a. Stephen King’s own radio station)
Beck ‘True Love Will Find You In The End’ (Daniel Johnston cover)
“Rescue dogs are seen in their enclosure before leaving for Haiti at the Torrejon military airbase in Torrejon de Ardoz, Spain, Wednesday Jan. 13, 2010. Firefighters without Borders, the International Red Cross and other aid groups said they are preparing a major disaster relief effort in Haiti after a powerful earthquake struck the capital. (AP Photo/Daniel Ochoa de Olza)”
Eric Mazur: “I thought I was a good teacher until I discovered my students were just memorizing information rather than learning to understand the material. Who was to blame? The students? The material? I will explain how I came to the agonizing conclusion that the culprit was neither of these. It was my teaching that caused students to fail! I will show how I have adjusted my approach to teaching and how it has improved my students’ performance significantly.”
Aesop Rock - Pigs
sharks in the dunk tank, vipers in the garden
locusts stole the groceries out the local farmer’s market
all god’s critters hold positions
some are violent, some are victims
each alive is an equal and vital piston i support
so when the piranhas honor new york
my daddy long legs dangled and mangled for sport
and while i bring in every dink in the kingdom with open wings
it all boils down to them shit-soaked pigs
the pigs, the pigs, the dregs of what y’all aim for
the gluttonous muddy stomachs under the pudgy cakehole
two-track braniac using the food and payroll
to chew up and consume every cookie, crumb, and peso
and place a cloven hoof on the lucrative when convenient
as the bourbon-odor smokers’ coughs smolder off the cohiba
if Noah had the benefit of hindsight on his ship
he could’ve snatched two unicorns and left behind the motherfucking…
pigs!
atmosphere - anterlude
for all those whose cares have been our concern -
the work goes on.
the cause endures.
the hope still lives.
the dream shall never die.
lcd soundsystem - “losing my edge”
I used to work in the record store.
I had everything before anyone.
I was there in the Paradise Garage DJ booth with Larry Levan.
I was there in Jamaica during the great sound clashes.
I woke up naked on the beach in Ibiza in 1988.
But I’m losing my edge,
to better-looking people
with better ideas and more talent.
And they’re actually really, really nice.
I’m losing my edge.
bush - “insect skin”
iron lung, i know you well
deal with you like a bad spell
see the trail, moon burns
red stripe and vicadin
you were the only one, you were the censor
you’ll never people me, i’m not defenseless
in the afternoon as the light dims
build a life out of all of all this semtex
you’re the brightest one, you were the center
perfect opposite of of what you asked for
it’s not just one way
a negative factor
with all of these wasps out
i’d better take cover, better take cover
copper tongue, beam me up
lonely without my impediments
start to save what we used to steal
walking on, on gelatin
i never noticed you, you were the brightest one
you were wide of me, just like the english sun
you caught the light again in a perfect way
the biggest threat of all is in the alleyway
you’re the demon seed, you’re the factor
it feels better with a little bit of plaster
it’s not just one way
a negative factor
with all of these wasps out
i’d better take cover, better take cover
i’d better take cover
there’s all the pain in the way she talks
there’s all the pain in the way she walks
there’s all the pain in her wave goodbye
all the pain in the way she smiles
there’s all the pain in her fatal charm
all the pain in her arms, arms
in her arms, in her arms
modest mouse - “whale song”, video by Bent Image Lab
atmosphere - yesterday
Yesterday —
Was that you? Looked just like you
Strange things my imagination might do
Take a breath, reflect on what we been through
Or am I just goin’ crazy ‘cause I miss you?
blockhead - “put down your dream journal & dance”
if you open up the doors,
you will see -
love in all it’s shining glory
“Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make; you can destroy your life every time you choose. But maybe you won’t know for twenty years. And you may never ever trace it to its source. And you only get one chance to play it out. Just try and figure out your own divorce. And they say there is no fate, but there is: it’s what you create. And even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. Most of your time is spent being dead or not yet born. But while alive, you wait in vain, wasting years, for a phone call or a letter or a look from someone or something to make it all right. And it never comes or it seems to but it doesn’t really. And so you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along. Something to make you feel connected, something to make you feel whole, something to make you feel loved. And the truth is I feel so angry, and the truth is I feel so fucking sad, and the truth is I’ve felt so fucking hurt for so fucking long and for just as long I’ve been pretending I’m OK, just to get along, just for, I don’t know why, maybe because no one wants to hear about my misery, because they have their own. Well, fuck everybody. Amen.”
Aesop Rock - Forest Crunk
Eddie Vedder - Guaranteed (Into the Wild OST)
On bended knee is no way to be free
Lifting up an empty cup, I ask silently
All my destinations will accept the one that’s me
So I can breathe …
Circles they grow and they swallow people whole
Half their lives they say goodnight to wives they’ll never know
A mind full of questions, and a teacher in my soul
And so it goes …
Don’t come closer or I’ll have to go
Holding me like gravity are places that pull
If ever there was someone to keep me at home
It would be you …
Everyone I come across, in cages they bought
They think of me and my wandering, but I’m never what they thought
I’ve got my indignation, but I’m pure in all my thoughts
I’m alive…
Wind in my hair, I feel part of everywhere
Underneath my being is a road that disappeared
Late at night I hear the trees, they’re singing with the dead
Overhead …
Leave it to me as I find a way to be
Consider me a satellite, forever orbiting
I knew all the rules, but the rules did not know me
Guaranteed
Owen - Bad News
Whatever it is you think you are
you aren’t:
a good friend, unique, well-read
good-looking, or smart.
Well, now you know.
Well I hate to be the one to bear such bad news.
I know it hurts to hear
but it’s true.
You don’t mean anything
to anyone but me.
And even I think
that you’re blinded by conceit.
So now you know.
Free beer
and basement shows
don’t mean you’ve made it.
It’s what you do
not who you were, or what you wear, or where you’ve been,
so do something.
Whoever you think is watching you dance
from across the room,
they aren’t.
If anything, they feel sorry for you
‘cause you try so hard.
I know it hurts to hear
but it’s the truth
So you might as well hear it
from a friend.
You’re a has-been
that never was.
And I know it’s mean to say
but it’s something I’ve been meaning to say to you
for a while.
You’re a has-been
that never was
or will be.
i’m really excited about this new Sprockets bike. i’ve got that happy-with-a-secret feeling.
Elliott Smith — Instrumental (Basement Demos)